Thy grief and greed dwells in thy mind
And slumber it creates
With daunting thought
It makes thy lot,
No life but having a dreadful dot
Leading towards the decay.
The cold fire can easily be seen
Within thy deep instincts.
This slumber comes from the inner instincts
And cutting thee from the cosmic king.
But wait oh! Wait!
There is a gate
where endless thoughts are killed
It dwells in thy deep sleep stage
where slumber comes due to grief.
And gives you the ultimate solace
Then ye'll feel ye are the king
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